I was sitting in the corner at Loudi, Hunan Province
This state lasted for an hour.
I thought of those person whose soul can't land
staring at the empty chair with great desire
Just in front of me by the figure
Quickly returned to my side silently
They were much larger than their exist before
emptying my whole body little by little
I had to look back
seriously searching, rising my head
about the time's diary of old things
Cry words without tears
yellowing in the corner and can not go out
The handle I can't reach
can't open some heavy door
It made me stay at the room without resist
Comforted myself with the so-called narrator
This was a continuous beautiful afternoon in spring
I smelt the breath of life in a burst of flowers
forgot all about it when I fall sleep gradually
I killed a flea on my trousers accidentally
It made my dream a little shiver
I can't just sit
A long hour
stood up and left a seat.
A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing Ziki.
A fabulous maiden poem published in PH Very nice expression.. liked it...10
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a beautiful start, Ziki. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks